Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.
Haste is needful in a desperate case.
In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.